A wind-swept plateau at night under a bruised sky filled with slow-moving auroras. A man kneels in the center of a glowing circle etched into the cracked stone, surrounded by tall monolithic sculptures shaped like twisted vertebrae and hollow faces. His body appears normal at first glance but is subtly distorted—limbs slightly elongated, joints misplaced, eyes too wide and distant. The ground around him is scattered with symbols carved deep into the stone, some of them softly lit from within. A cold wind stirs the dust, and faint whispers seem to rise from the crevices. The composition fuses stark realism with psychological distortion, giving voice to inner turmoil within a cosmic ritual setting.
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